pic/quote/scenario prompts meme continuations PSLs ( game-canon AUs, regular AUs, canon settings, one offs, etc. ) NSFW welcome - Cas prefers men but won't say no to the right woman Open to all
He's joking, but it's probably hard to tell, given the shitty attitude and general wolfish aggression. He's smiling, but again, he's a werewolf - there's a sharpness that extends beyond the points of his canines, a predatory air he just can't escape. It's the kind of smile that scares most humans - but hey, Caspian isn't human.
For all his bullshit jock posturing, it's actually been a while since Derek's gotten laid. Since coming back to New York, he's kept his head down, he's focused on building a pack. Training teenagers not to kill each other and building a name for himself probably doesn't count as a social life, but it's all he's had, and... his heartbeat's actually starting to pick up. It'll be... good, forgetting himself for a night. Ignoring the anxious twist in his stomach that Derek always feels before something like this, he draws his legs back, standing up.
"C'mon, then."
And that's - all he'll offer, before he starts walking out of the club, expecting Caspian to follow behind him and lead him back home.
Caspian snorts a laugh but he doesn't rise to the bait. Too confident, too relaxed, to be troubled by a word like that.
He heads out of the club, letting Derek get to the door first but then he slips past him, out into the night. Cas doesn't actually live that far and that's by design - this is a fairly neutral neighborhood, not controlled by any one majority, and he prefers not to be in the middle of a bunch of pissing contests.
"You really runnin' around infecting people?" he asks as they walk, casual as a conversation about the weather.
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He's joking, but it's probably hard to tell, given the shitty attitude and general wolfish aggression. He's smiling, but again, he's a werewolf - there's a sharpness that extends beyond the points of his canines, a predatory air he just can't escape. It's the kind of smile that scares most humans - but hey, Caspian isn't human.
For all his bullshit jock posturing, it's actually been a while since Derek's gotten laid. Since coming back to New York, he's kept his head down, he's focused on building a pack. Training teenagers not to kill each other and building a name for himself probably doesn't count as a social life, but it's all he's had, and... his heartbeat's actually starting to pick up. It'll be... good, forgetting himself for a night. Ignoring the anxious twist in his stomach that Derek always feels before something like this, he draws his legs back, standing up.
"C'mon, then."
And that's - all he'll offer, before he starts walking out of the club, expecting Caspian to follow behind him and lead him back home.
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He heads out of the club, letting Derek get to the door first but then he slips past him, out into the night. Cas doesn't actually live that far and that's by design - this is a fairly neutral neighborhood, not controlled by any one majority, and he prefers not to be in the middle of a bunch of pissing contests.
"You really runnin' around infecting people?" he asks as they walk, casual as a conversation about the weather.